(So I’m feeling bad because I haven’t posted for a lot of reasons but for now all good ones – painting/drawing workshop :)
Outside my window
I see tall green gum trees
brushing clean, blue sky,
I write my Haiku,
capturing words like insects
trapped in ‘amber-time’.
Image here
http://poetryproseandpaint.com/2012/10/20/i-will-fly/
I will dance
through the pain
ignore your disdain.
I will dance
to my tune
trip en pointe to the moon.
I will fly
spread my wings
break my heart
till it sings.
I will sing
dance with stars
fly with angels
capture melancholy
in a jar.
I will dance.
I will fly.
I will sing.
(Copyright Jenirose Hall)
Fire : author – Kristin Cashore page 183
web: http://www.kristincashore.blogspot.com
Fire looked at the captain of her guard and laughed, because she wasn’t Cansrel – she wasn’t anyone but herself. She had no one’s path to follow; her path was her own to choose. And then she stopped laughing, because she was terrified of the path she suddenly knew herself to be choosing. I can’t do this, she thought. I’m too dangerous. I’ll only make things worse.
No, she said back to herself. Already I’m forgetting, I’m not Cansrel; at every step on this path I create myself. And maybe I’ll always find my own power horrifying, and maybe I can’t ever be what I’d most like to be.
But I can stay here, and I can make myself into what I should be.
Wise words for us all from a wonderful author.
Since I’ve not been posting for a few, here’s the rest of ”creativity” as I see it :)
Love to hear what creativity is to you.
Cheers
Creativity is -
Apologies not been well enough to post recently.
Quick poem -
I’m cold
as of old.
Still as death
I freeze the sun
hold it fast in my face
only to be replaced
by the white moon.
(Poetry copyright Jenirose Hall all rights reserved)
You can see more of my poetry and images here
LEDA
Ravished by a god
she wakes
screaming
the sound
of beating wings
fluttering
the walls
of a womb
cradling
doomed twins.
Blood tipped feathers
lie at her feet
the colour of rust
and dead desire.
Words and image copyright Jenirose Hall all rights reserved
Not for me the romantic notion of gorgeous seduction when it was, after all, a rape, and how does one refuse the god Zeus!!
Since I’ve been talking of and showing art, plus poetry, I thought I’d leave you with a quote from Ovid -
Of its own accord my song would come in the right
rhythms, and what I was trying to say was poetry.
Well lucky Ovid!
Sometimes my ‘song’ comes in the night,
and sometimes rhymes,
but mostly if it comes out right …
the rhyme marches in thyme
internally
Well… it’s here
http://poetryproseandpaint.com/2012/09/07/m-a-d/
M.A.D. is Mentoring Artists Digitally and all information can be found on the above link.
Sorry couldn’t post yesterday, got home from Physiotherapy and spent the rest of the day laying flat! One day I’ll be able to see my screen floating above my head even when I’m in bed (or on the floor) and be able to continue as if nothing has changed. But not today. Not yesterday either :)
Thank you for the likes and comments.
Cheers till next time. (No image today, new ones coming.)
Rosy
Yep, that’s it. Decided!
As mentioned before I haven’t been all that well, but with fingers, eyes and anything else crossed, tomorrow is the day when all will become clear.
In the meantime, thank you for your responses and likes, I’m surprised and delighted. Here’s Little Miss Mischief herself to say goodnight for me and send you a bit of sparkle :)
She’s keeping an eye on me too.
Noooo! Wait! I called it M.A.D.
What is it? Well give me a day or two and all will be revealed. This has been brewing and stewing for awhile.
Now let me see if I can find an image to pop in here to (hopefully) keep your interest :)
Pen and ink graphic drawing
Signed up and had to be away for a week, came back unwell, and only now getting myself together.
Well that about sums up how life goes at times :)
I’d love to dash off a few succinct lines of poetry to colour up this poor little entry but the “brian” aka brain hasn’t come back from vacation. He has a habit of doing this just when I need him most. Hopefully in his wandering he’s stumbling over some lines of poetic excellence and will bring them back with him – HA! I live in hope.
Cheers
